Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. "But there's nothing more to see in Canton. " The girl smiled and began to munch a sandwich. A young man with shiny frock coat and very high collar, advanced towards her languidly. Offer to return it to each in private. She taught me how to crochet and cross stitch. ‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. "I can't say I did," replied Wood, somewhat reluctantly; "what with the confusion incident to the storm, and the subsequent press of business, I put it off till it was too late.
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